at home

Amazing how much time I spend at home now.

Tomorrow I am working at a party as a Tarot Reader....haven't done that in a few months.... reading publicly that is.

I come home from work... walk my dog... read or sew... watch a little TV.... and go to bed.
Pretty boring.
Is okay for the most part because I am quiet. Not much singing or dancing anymore.

I am peaceful though.
Tomorrow morning or Sunday morning I am to have a call from Marty for a coffee date. I sent him some foofy creamer and some books. :) I am looking forward to this.

I got to see my grandson for a few hours on Sunday *last Sunday* and 30 minutes on Wednesday. I seem to get out of work to late when he is here and he goes to bed early as a child should.

I miss him dearly. He is growing so very fast.

I think a lot.
I don't cry anymore.
I walk and take care of my responsibilities as I should.

So why is life silent, sad and boring except for the little glimmers that occasionally happen?

I guess DRAMA happens elsewhere these days

and that is fine.


Maybe this is what was meant when I was told "that one day I would live in silence."